A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

Oops!
Three coffee cups my mother loved
lie shattered on the floor.
Three ripe tomatoes splatte

Zindagi ko jina sikh lo

Zindagi ko jina sikh lo,

Zindagi se ladna sikh lo,

Hausla rakho sabse uper,

MUJHE NAHI PATA

Mujhe Nahi Pata Ki Main Uski
KYA HAI ZINDGI

शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल

AANKHE JAGA NAHI KARTI

चूड़ियों के बीच तेरी गुस्से भरी आवाज

desh hame pyara hai

 

यह देश हमारा है, हमारा है हमारा

wo dot kahan gum gay

ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक�

singhu main

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai

ja ja kar khaali haath laut aata hai

M

Mera Pyar Hai Tu

 

अज़ीज़ भी वो है, नसीब भी वो है

How Much I Love You For You

Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras